Category: Life Observations

In the wake of Hurricane Matthew, I wrote about the many decisions that we face upon evacuation. I hope you find a hint of sadness, humor and optimism realizing that all of the “stuff” of life means nothing compared to being safe! My family and I are survivors of Hurricane Matthew. I mean survivor in […]

On a trip to Key West, my husband and I visited the home of Ernest Hemingway. We both love the books he has written, so with our curiosity brimming, we passed through the portal of this famous author’s abode — inhaling the many memories tucked into the old walls. The home was ‘way beyond the […]

The reality of the terrorism in our world became very real to me when my nine year old granddaughter recently asked me, “Mamie, am I safe from terrorism?” I had to stop and think because I wanted to be honest with her. Perhaps honest with myself, better describes my reaction to her question. We all […]

I share with you my battle with depression. I am a staunch supporter of intervention regarding this condition, truly believing that Mental Illness is much like a cancer when not treated. It can be treated allowing the patients to live normal, healthy and happy lives. The daily newspapers, local and international T.V. reporting and our […]

This is one of my first attempts at writing fiction. Yet, the story is based on the real life events following D-day. All of us who have sent someone off to war or experienced it ourselves will feel the sadness when the officer arrives at the door. My day started like all the others in […]

Visiting Normandy, France was a life changing event in my life. I know that the majority of visitors are changed after gazing at thousands of grave markers that identify so many young people’s lost lives. I hope you can feel the mystery of this part of the world that holds fast the final breath of […]

With D day memorials just around the corner in June and the world situation as such — this story gives us things to ponder. My son said something years ago that made me think. I especially remembered his words as we stood peering over the grave markers of thousands of troops buried in Normandy, France. […]